Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

WANT PEACE, THE PREPARE FOR WAR (decade 2)

He faint sound of something with a lot of give get hit around the corner, the corner in which the mustang had turned. He drove, and now saw what had happened. A white man that looked in his late twenty's was laying on the ground, bleeding from his head, his right arm, and both legs appeared to be broken. The mustang just kept on going ahead, but faster and faster, trying to escape its sin. The way the back end just kept on getting smaller and smaller reminded him of how his parents turned their backs on him, leaving him to die. This man didn't deserve this, no one except the driver who kept on running on four wheels did.

Pulling up beside the man, and stopping, he was quick to get out and assess the situation. The sun shining down onto the man eye's made them glisten, a light that could be him dying, and now seeing the stairway to heaven. While the driver took the highway to hell.

"A.....Am I.... Going to die" The man could barley make out as blood spilled out from his mouth.

"Not if I can prevent it" Aarron assured.

He got up and opened up the trunk to bring out a first aid kit. He always kept one if the time called for it. The time when a kid scraped his knee, he brung it out, disinfected the kid's wound, and patched it up. Or the time a girl had broken her hand, and she was given strong pain killers specifically desgined for girls her age until the ambulance that was one hour away arrived. There were countless times also involving adults, as at times, everybody waunted to just have fun, and accidents happen as a result of human nature.

Bringing out bandages for major blood loss, he tied it around and over the back of his head. He looked into Aarron's eyes as he blocked out the sun that was burning his eye's from the direct unconscious stare. He blinked, the world was getting cold as if it was snowing aroung him.

"Im calling 911"

"No... dont" he insisted, a proposal that Aarron didn't take as him atually meaning it, he could be him shock after all.

"I don't have medical insurance... groceries cost us much money" He began to cry tears mixing in with blood as they travled down his face.

"I will pay, whatever the cost may be" Aarron assured, not letting currency exchange his soul for lifeless paper and metal that displayed what you're worth in society.

"911 are on there way sir"

"You are a savior, a god" His voice began to lose life as his body stopped shivering from the cold fear of death.

"If I dont make it... will youre voice guide me to heaven" His voice had now become a whisper.

"My voice shall take your hand up those stairs" Aarron answerd back as tears flowed in the current of a mighty mountain river during a storm.

"Thank...y.....o......u" The words had stopped, his heartbeat ceased as Aarron felt it from his hand on the man's chest, and the world stood still.

The amount of blood on the ground signified, he had left his quiet body, and was now being guided by Aarrons voive up to heaven. He had done everything he could, and was now left with the bitter taste of the injustice. This man who he didn't even know the name of, just waunted to feed his family, and had given up his safety of medical insurance to ensure they didnt starve. Just so some person in an exspensive car that didnt worry of such basic needs, hit him, and scurries off like the devil. The car was long gone now, the sound of its mighty engine could no longer be heard.

"you just waunted to feed your family, you gave up so much... and now you're gone" Aarron took off his cross, kissed it, then put on the man's forehead, not giving a spark of attention to how the blood would stain the exspensive materials in it.